I get lost in his eyes
His hair
His lips
I get lost in the way he speaks in a river melody that sweeps me off my feet,
carrying me with the ebb and flow of each word
And I hang on to every kiss as if it were the last drop of honey I'd ever taste
Im lost, but I don't need a map
~Madds
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Pressed Lavender Flowers and Dreams: a Poem Anthology
PoetryA collection of poems submited by Lavender Paradise, a discord server meant to help and discuss issues related to mental illiness, lgbt+, and society.
